Page 22 of Toy Shop

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he hisses, and his mouth crashes into mine.

CHAPTER NINE

Alistair

A groan, one of many, slips past my lips between wet, insatiable kisses. My composure dissolved when her sweet lips touched mine, and now I’m wondering if it was ever there to begin with.

I grip Nola’s nape tighter, both hands pulling her to me until she’s flat against my chest. Her pulse hammers in her chest, her fingers clawing at my shirt, reaching for my stubbled cheeks.

It’s the most I’ve gotten off on vanilla stuff. My erection presses in my briefs, hard, heavy, and ready to nail this girl to the floor and take her. I lower a hand and pinch one of Nola’s tight nipples before cupping and rubbing my dick once to ease the mounting pain and the desire to ruin my plan for today, altogether.

The lack of space between us makes it so she notices I’m fisting myself, joining her palm to cover mine and rub me.

But that’s not how it works, and it sure as fuck not how I planned this evening to go down. I’m a goddamn mature man. I know better than sticking my cock in her with no preamble, know it wouldn’t do a damn thing to me.

It doesn’t matter if she makes me feel like it will—I’m damaged. There’s no hiding from the simple truth of it. And since my aim for today is to bring me equal relief, I stop her.

It’s fucking torture to break our kiss for me and her. Her eyes begin to form the question Why?, which I cut with the same efficiency as I cut off our kiss.

“To the window.” I grab her by the arms, spinning her around.

She glances at me over her shoulder, unmoving.

“I said, to the window.” I spank her. A loud thwack follows when my palm connects with her round ass in the faux-leather leggings.

Nola gasps, her gaze is a mist of shock and lust.

Just when I thought I couldn’t find a more fitting partner.

Partner.

I erase the word from my consciousness as quickly as it came. There’s no place for it when I need to concentrate solely on the here and now, on kicking my sandals off and walking Nola to the edge of the living room.

“Head to the side, shoes off,” I deliver further clipped instructions.

The clever girl complies. I marvel at her beautiful profile: eyelids partly closed, swollen, full lips open, her red lipstick nowhere in sight. Too bad. I wanted that all over my cock, but it’ll have to wait for another day.

I place my knee between her legs, jerking them apart. “Spread them.”

She does so without hesitation.

“I’ll tell you what’s going to happen now.” I grab her waist, pulling her back.

She gasps audibly, the sound transforming into a moan, then more when I reach forward and yank her tank top down her tits. Nola’s breasts bounce out of the tight material; the angle I’m standing at provides me a good view of what I’ve been craving to see. No one else would, though, given the ten acres my house sits on.

“I’m about to make you soak your panties, have you dripping wet to take every inch of my cock.” I shove her breasts to the window, knowing the cold glass on her warm skin will be another point of agonizing pleasure for her.

Another throaty moan expels from her lips. I barely allow her a second to get accustomed to the sting, forcing my hand to the front of her pants.

Her lace thong grazes my fingers when I tweak the hardened clit beneath it, but I don’t let her get too comfortable.

I shove the flimsy material to the side, sinking three punishing fingers into her cunt. The surprise and pain in her moan make my cock jerk with need, thrusting my hips to press into her luscious behind.

“You’re a wet little greedy girl, aren’t you?” I pound my fingers into her, curling the fingers of my free hand around her neck. “I didn’t do anything and your body is begging for my cock to rip you open and fuck you hard.”

“Yes,” she croaks, licking her lips, finding her voice to fight past the weight of my hand. “I brought lube today. Organic.”

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